I am still alive then. That may come in useful.

It's a lot to ask of one creature, it's a lot to ask, that he should first behave as if he were not, then as if he were, before being admitted to that peace where he neither is, nor is not, and where the language dies that permits of such expressions.

Absolute virtue is as sure to kill a man as absolute vice is, let alone the dullness of it and the pomposities of it.

The loss of my sight was a great fillip. If I could go deaf and dumb I think I might pant on to be a hundred.

All I want to do is sit on my ass and fart and think of Dante.

You would do better, at least no worse, to obliterate texts than to blacken margins, to fill in the holes of words till all is blank and flat and the whole ghastly business looks like what it is, senseless, speechless, issueless misery.

I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo.